Heaven.
Named appropriately.
Tonight, a mixer was being held in The Mane Event Hall and Cam asked if he wanted to go. There’d be demos for Shibari as well as other kinky play. He also said that any of the guests could participate in a “key party,” popular back in the day with swingers.
Nolan had heard of them, of course, but had never been to one. Basically, brave guests could throw their room keycards into a bowl and choose a random one to spend the night with that person. It wasn’t quite like the swingers’ version since guests who were solo could also participate, whether they joined another single guest or a couple.
While it sounded like fun, Nolan would rather pick the person he’d have sex with. Plus, since he wasn’t an actual paying guest, he didn’t have a key. Though, Cam said he could grab him a blank one if Nolan wanted to hook up with a stranger.
He sat up on the couch but pulled the blanket over his lap when the bedroom door opened and the man himself came out.
“Morning.” Cam’s normally deep voice, rougher this morning from non-use, was sexy as hell. He headed directly to the solitary bathroom in the cabin, only wearing snug boxer briefs.
“It certainly is,” Nolan responded, unable to tear his eyes away from the very distinct profile of Cam’s morning wood.
He blew out a breath when the bathroom door closed behind his friend and his hand automatically dropped to his own erection. He wished he had time to pull one off, but he didn’t. If he was this horny after only staying one night withCam, he was worried how bad he’d be toward the end of his visit.
He really needed to hook up with someone to distract him from his friend.
He’s off limits. Just put him out of your mind and find someone else. Get a blank keycard from the man, like he suggested, and just hook up with a guest to take off that edge.
He didn’t care if it was a man, a woman, or another couple.
But the mixer was not until later and he needed to get ready for their bike ride. Hearing the water run in the bathroom, he rose from the couch and tugged on a pair of shorts. The rest of his equipment, including his helmet, was still in his SUV. He could grab all of that on their way out.
When the door opened again, Nolan’s gaze automatically landed on Cam’s boxer briefs once more. He was disappointed to see the man’s erection was already gone. However, Nolan’s erection was still raging as he watched Cam move to the kitchenette to grab a water bottle and fill it from the cold water dispenser in the refrigerator door.
His nostrils flared and he turned away. His fingers itched to explore Cam’s body but didn’t want to touch him without permission.
He also didn’t want to get punched.
He set his jaw so he’d keep his thoughts and hands to himself, butdamn, the man was tempting.
He managed to behave himself during the ride on the trails through the woods and up the mountain. It was exactly what he needed. It blew out the remaining stress from his twenty-year career that had been clinging to him like a sock fresh from the dryer after forgetting to use a fabric sheet.
The only downside was riding behind Cam. It was hard to focus on the surrounding beauty of the area when theman’s ass in skintight black bike shorts wasright thereleading the way.
Yes, it might have gotten his mind off of his career, but it certainly didn’t help Nolan to stop lusting after Cam.
He worried that even finding someone else to fuck wouldn’t help. And if that didn’t, nothing would.
Well, except for finding out his friend was a bigot. But in all the years they worked together, he’d never heard Cam say anything derogatory against a specific class of people, like the LGBTQ+ community.
Others? Absolutely. Especially when his fellow troopers thought everyone in the room was straight.
That was one reason he’d wanted to retire early. He’d grown tired of hiding who he was.
Chapter Nine
Cam parkedtheir mountain bikes in a bike rack kept inside the equipment shed. “Shower?”
Yes, please, if your shower is large enough for us both.Nolan wiped a hand over his sweat-beaded forehead and made sure those words did not escape. “I could certainly use one.”
“I can use the shower in the security office while you use mine.”
“You have a shower in your office?” Nolan asked.
“Yes, from when Dylan lived in it. The twins sure didn’t skimp when they added the two residential wings onto the original family farmhouse. The bathroom is pure luxury and I swear the shower can fit a half dozen people.”
